I have lost my bearings upon the sea,

I am carried out by salty lee.

I have no map to chart my way,

No moon, no stars, the winds at bay.

I try and try to find the course,

But find my map is old and worn.

So now I pass by shore and port,

And find no h[e]aven ~ and sail alone.

Reefs hidden, murmur in shallows,

So I make my offering ~ hard and cold.

But with warm and loving heart,

I will anchor here.

Soul at rest, home for now.

Written for birthday bliss 2012